“Chapter one?”Her gaze moved to meet his.He could see the confusion in her green eyes.“What is this?”
“It’s nothing.”When he lunged to grab the paper out of her hands, she jerked her hand away.
“It’s definitely something.”She arched a brow, as though prompting him to explain.
“Can’t you just let it go?”
She smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes.“I don’t think so.”
He groaned.He knew it was hopeless to think she would set aside the paper.He knew her too well.She would keep prodding until her curiosity was satisfied.
“Fine.I’ll tell you on the way.”He held out his hand for the page.
With a smile, she handed it over.
After he crated Sunny, he turned to Felicity.“Let’s go.”
“Oh, this is gonna be good.”She sent him a big grin.
This time he inwardly groaned.This was what he got for trying to be nice.Felicity was the last person in the world he wanted to know his secret.After all, she was a professional editor.And he was what?An amateur writer?
Once he told her about his manuscript, she’d want to read it.Even if he turned her down, she’d keep pestering him just like she used to do when they were growing up.And just like when they were kids, he’d give in.
She’d read his manuscript and confirm his biggest worry.He was a hack.He had no talent.His words were drivel.Ugh!
Chapter Twenty
Shewasdead.
And soon he’d be dead, too, unless…
Those were the only lines Felicity was able to see before Justin had drawn her attention.She had to say that she was intrigued.Who was dead?Why was he going to die too?And of course, who was the character that was still alive?And what came after “unless”?
Her editorial mind raced as she thought up reasons why Justin would have what looked to be a manuscript page under his couch.Did it belong to a girlfriend?Was it a short story of some kind?Possibly.Though, she didn’t think so.Those opening lines seemed to imply the characters, whoever they were, were about to start a big journey.
She wished she’d been able to read more.Was it something he’d written?She chanced a glance at Justin as he maneuvered his pickup through the heart of Kringle Falls on their way to the storage unit.
Curiosity ate at her.“So, are you going to tell me more about that manuscript page?”
He cast her a quick glance.“Can’t you just leave it alone?”
She shook her head.“Not a chance.I have to know more.Please, let me read it.”
“It’s not finished.”
“Ah.So, it is yours.”A grin pulled at her lips.“At least let me read what you have?”
He arched a brow.“You wouldn’t be interested.”
“You are so wrong.I’m totally interested.”
“It’s not that good.”
Her brows scrunched together.“Why would you say that?”
He shrugged.“I’ve been trying to get an agent, but no one is interested.”
“I’m sure it’s just because you haven’t finished the manuscript yet.With untested authors, they want to know you can complete the manuscript from start to finish before they are willing to take a risk on you.”
